Damn Mo’ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga
Yeah, them Drop Boyz
A$AP Mob, you dig
Twelvyy

[Verse 1: Paco Panama]
Lotta long nights on that side street
Them Straight Drop Boyz gon' ride with me
If you give me your word then don't lie to me
I'm what you n*ggas keep trying to be
Run the block down, then we pack it up
Get a whole brick and then I wack it up
Need a new blender, this one acting up
I drive big trucks when I'm backing up
You better move b*tch, like you Ludacris
You ain't seasoned yet, you still new to this
Get a pot and a fork, I'm too equipped
Get dumb money from a stupid risk
I'm too rich to have a stupid b*tch
I bring that sh*t in ASAP
When I'm in New York I'm with A$AP
If you need a vеrse, I need eight racks
The M club tryna chasе that
If you ever rat, you can't erase that
It's the blueprint, we tryna trace that
A quarter M, I already made that
Off the back blocks
It wasn't blacktops
It was glass pots for that crack rock
b*tch, I'm balling hard call ASCAP
You ain't in the game, you just a mascot
I got lil n*ggas ready to crash out
Auntie smoke and drop til she pass out
I was selling crack, I took the fast route
I remember dreaming for a fast car
And I put my life in that glass jar
How you started first, but I passed ya
I know some n*ggas that can't take the mask off
I'm the rocket man, help you blast off
[Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy]
Super dirty, I'm running from 5-0
911, this hot as Diablo
Got a plate in the back of Tahoe
Need baggies, I'm headed to Costco
More chicken, they thinking bout Roscoe's
Four extra, I stick to the block code
Got the sniffles, I'm looking for snot nose
Ye on me, I feel like I'm Pablo
That's a play, I'm telling to drive slow
Got a package I'm splitting with Paco
Got a pot but we missing utensils
Treat a fork like a number 2 pencil
Steven Foster, heard Twelvyy official
On the track you could still here the sizzle
Every threw a G pack out the window
Had to lower your stick like it's limbo
In my section, we throwing up symbols
Where you from? I don't mean to offend you
I heard Brody got hit in his temple
From the mud, you don't know what I been through
See I started with mid, but I made it out
Used to trap out the chinos, I'm taking out
You want a Key and a Glock, need a paper route
See my money and fam, I don't play about
I been grinding like, "Where did the time go?"
Big, big face on the money like 9-4
See bro had a 9, we had 9 O's
Bird box did a flip with a blind fold
When I land in the city, I'm John Doe
Out the jungle, we bred in the Congo
This the Mob, they calling me Scarfo
From the streets, this really my heart, Mo
[Outro]
Yeah
This really my heart
I love you
Everything you put me through
Everything you forever gon' put me through
Yeah, yeah